Forget The World

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Do you see that empty shell of a body floating around the halls in that house?
That soul is dying and there's nothing that can be done about it.
Do you see the sadness that billows around that limp figure like a cape of bitter irony?
Do you see the dust rising as those muted feet tread silently on the wooden floors?
Do you imagine the notes as those slender fingers ghost over the keys on a piano to never be played again?
Do you see this boy in the corner? Do you see this girl hiding with him?
Do you see him scrunched in on himself, clutching his almost-splitting head?
Do you see her covering her mouth to block herself from screaming?
That's me in the corner.
I'm roaming this house and falling to pieces at what remains.
Like a wreckage of disaster, it crumbles around me.
That's me in the corner.
That's me who's hiding.
Do you see that boy so broken? Do you see that girl so tired?
Do you pity the weakness left to define me?
Can you ever feel so low? Can you ever not really exist?
Could you ever convince a ghost they're solid matter?
That's me in the corner. I'm pulling it together.